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Produced
by Kid Rock
+Produced by Kid Rock with additional production by Mike Bradford
*Produced by Mike Bradford
All tracks engineered by Mike Bradford
All tracks mixed by Kid Rock and Mike Bradford
This album was mixed in Peoria, Illinois and the Hotel Pere,
Room 202, Minneapolis, Mineesota at The Marquette Hotel, Room
757 and Chicago, Illinois at The Hotel Allegro, Room 827.
All tracks writted and recorded on the back of a tour bus
parked in various motel and arean parking lots across the
country.
Masted by Andy VanDette at Masterdisk, NYC.
The
Players/Musicians who participated: All from The D
Kid Rock - Drum Programming/Guitars/Scratches/Harmonies
Jimmie Bones - Keyboards/Harmonies
Kenny Olson - Lead Guitar
James Montgomery - Harmonica on track #2 and track #8
Michael Bradford - Programming/Bass/Backing Vocals
Jason Krause - Metal Guitar
Stefanie Eulinberg - Additional Drums
Lynn
Owsely - Pedal Star Guitar on track #5
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Intro
(M. Shafer, R.J. Ritchie)
Kracker: I guess this is where I get off
Kid Rock: Yep, remember everything I told you
Kracker: Yep
Kid Rock: Got Your Song Book
Kracker: Yep
Kid Rock: Got them beats I gave you
Kracker: Yep
Kid Rock: Money
Kracker: Yep
Kid Rock: Cell Phone
Kracker: Mm Hm
Kid Rock: What's wrong?
Kracker: What if I don't make it?
Kid Rock: That's impossible!
Kracker: But, what if?
Kid Rock: Fuck what and tell if to suck my dick
Kracker: Ha!
Kid Rock: I taught you too well for that. Besides,
the money's already made and the foundation has already been
laid. Now, remember the most important thing I taught ya.
When it gets crazy out there with the money and the girls
and the fame..
Kracker: What's that?
Kid Rock: Make sure you pinch it at the top before
you roll it down.
Kracker: Got it.
Kid Rock: Now get out of here.
Better Days
(M. Shafer, R.J. Ritchie, J. Trombly, K. Olson)
85 miles out of Nashville, thinking about the way things change
Try an keep it by the reigns
I'm a lone drifter, big money flipper
Take anything you got on the rocks in a snifter
I missed her in Kentucky, went down to Louisiana
I never had no lovin like I had in Alabama
A man of my word and out to hurt nobody
I'm just a MC to keep the boogie in the party
Been sittin lodi dodi since '84 and
I'll be sittin lodi dodi till I'm eighty four
I couldn't ask for more, life's been sweet
So you can save the planet I'll save your seat
I been gone for weeks, I ain't slept in days
I can't find myself in this self made maze
It's been so long since I've been fine
I'm just tryin to see the bottom of the bottle of wine
And I know I'll see better days
Well I know you'll see things my way
I never thought about change until
Spend a little time where time stood still
Been lookin for a mill, but I keep comin up shy
I been a broke fool, I ain't tryin to be that guy
Wanna ride like lightning, roll like thunder
I'm tryin to get some money I ain't gettin any yonger
At times I wonder at, at times I won't
Sometimes I give a fuck, but most times I don't
Don't, don't even care
Through stained glass windows these eyse stare
I try to stay straight but it's kickin my ass
Everytime I look ahead I get a glimpse of the past
I sit half mass like a soldier's flag
That's why my left leg limp's and my Dickies sag
It's been so long since I've been fine
I'm just tryin to see the bottom of the bottle of wine
And I know I'll see better days
Well I know you'll see things my way
And I know I'll see better days
Well I know you'll see things my way
Well I been all around this crooked land
I came across all walks, I shook Jim Beam's hand
I got no plans and no place to go
It keeps gettin harder to just say no
I see the people laugh and I see the people cry
That's how some live and that's how some die
Well me, myself I'm gonna sit righ here
And I'm a watch this this world break down in tears
All my fears and dark gray skies
Couldn't crack my smile or break my stride
Got too much pride, I got too much shout
I might be down, but I still ain't out
Got to much time and that's all I have
When I leave this world I'll still be sad
It's been so long since I've been fine
I'm just tryin to see the bottom of the bottle of wine
And I know I'll see better days
Well I know you'll see things my way
And I know I'll see better days
Well I know you'll see things my way
What'Chu Lookin' At
(M. Shafer, R.J. Ritchie)
747, 11 come to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
That's all I ever did in New York was die
That's all I ever did in L.A. was die
So put em' up, put em' up to the sky
And wave goodbye to Miss American Pie
Cuz you been tellin' lies, you took it all and abused it
Whatever happened to the feel good music?
Somewhere, somehow, someway, somebody pulled the plug
And left me sittin' in a dirty little body
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
You run around pullin' stunts like that
See never in my life could I front like that
I ain't cut like that, I couldn't run like that
I'm a keep it nonfiction and take my hat
Remember back when things looked grim
I spent a lot of time and money on whims
I remember the crew, remember the good times
Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine
It's all gone that's a thing of the past
The fact remains that it moves real fast
So why you sit around hopin' things might change
I'll be sitting pretty singing, hey, Bobby wait!
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cause that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh, I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
You'll hear me comin' hummin' songs of redemption
I've been oppressed for less that attention
I got your extension, but I'll probably never call
Cuz this time last year you ain't seen me in your crystal
ball
And I'm uphauled by things you've done
Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one
Now you're done and I'm glad but it's a shame you'd waste
it
You want this so bad you can taste it
Detroit love can you feel that... feel that
That's stick an move can you feel that... feel that
I'm on the rack for the two triple zero
Full failure all American Hero
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cause that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
I'm here to tell you baby life's been good to me
I know that makes you mad
Cause that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
What'chu lookin at?
Follow Me
(M. Shafer, M. Bradford)
You don't know how you met me
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say goodbye
All you know is when I'm with you
I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
CHORUS
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
I'm not worried 'bout the ring you wear
Cuz as long as no one knows than nobody can care
You're feelin' guilty and I'm well aware
But you don't look ashamed and baby I'm not scared
I'm singin'
REPEAT CHORUS
Won't give you money
I can't give you the sky
You're better off if you don't ask why
I'm not the reason that you go astray and
We'll be all right if you don't ask me to stay
REPEAT CHORUS
You don't know how you met me
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say goodbye
All you know is when I'm with you
I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singin'
REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS
Heaven
(W. Maddox, D. Moore, M. Shafer, R.J. Ritchie,
F. Beaurgard)
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I just a soon stay home
If they ain't got no Eight Mile
Like they do up in the D
Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City
It would be about the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Paradime
Detroit city
From Aretha to Aaliyah
To Bob Seger to
Joe Louis and his arena
and now me: Paradime
the mic of overachievers
Smokin sewer caps bottom feeders and parking meters
A bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew and tattoos
So think twice before you pass through
Or get clapped through whack crews get hurt
We can take you for a ride
Or take you for your shirt
I did it in the Bronx, I did in in Queens
And you can see me do it, do it, down in New Orleans
Fat backs and greens
I'm the scene of amazement
You'll be picking all your teeth up from the fucking pavement
Is that Kracker with a C?
No Kracker with a K!
Kracker mother fucker all God damn day
You could take Gratiot south, but that's a real rough route
You'll get found face down with your pockets hangin out
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I just a soon stay home
If they ain't got no Eight Mile
Like they do up in the D
Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City
It would be about the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Kid Rock
(My name is...)
Back up in the mother fuckin saddle
You wanna battle Kid Rock bitch?
Your up shit's creek without a paddle
I'm no tattle because I do not snitch
I lick clits and drop cock n' twats that spit
I spit like hicks and make hit's for flom
And that's what you call droppin bombs
Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught six
And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips...shit
Motherfucker's wanna talk about shining
Here's four fingers kiss my fucking diamonds
I keep climbing, but these charts ain't shit
I'm a whining, lining, rhyming son of a bitch
I'm the son of shotguns unsung cry
And I'm the only MC that'll never die
Cause if it's real you'll feel it so check for the name
Or look for the dog with the fade in the chain
Yeeahhhh
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I just a soon stay home
If they ain't got no Eight Mile
Like they do up in the D
Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City
It would be about the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Kracker
Kracker's the name double X in size
And I reside on the side were the sun rise
See, I'll never be touched because I'm outta reach
Call me Kracker just be fucking up spots like bleach
Worst in my division I got bitches on file
From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle
I got style, but it doesn't show
I got more love for Detroit then you'll ever know
I know cats that sling crack and cats that scrap
Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps
Cats that get drunk and like to spark up skull cats
They keep sawed off chillin up in the trunks
Whores an 44's, scoops and blow Faygo bitch
We pound cans of Stroh's
We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms
That's why we get these fucking D's tattooed on our arms
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